As the heavy droplets hit the glass of the car
I remembered you and your sparkling smile.
Are you well, my love?
Did you catch a cold?
I know how much you dislike the changes
In temperature and seasons.
The heavy lineup of cars in front,
And at the back made me a little lonesome.
For they stopped the clock
And gave me time to think
About the things I told myself
To give up--like you.
My dear winter-child who brings sunshine,
Your hold over me traverse
Time and universe.
When you left my letter unopened
And my messages unanswered,
I knew then that this bitter hope
Should not be given free rein any longer.
But here I am still thinking,
Still wishing, still counting down
The days, the hours, the minutes.
Even though for you, my tears are less precious
Than the droplets on my windshield.
We made no promises, but
My heart is weighed down by wishes.
The light finally turned green.
And as I move slowly, a little forward,
A little stop.
I was thankful for the distraction of
Mindless actions. Reflexes,
Like my heart beating with your name,
And my eyes only seeing you
Despite the heavy rain.
The leaves are falling still.
Their colors are changing, even
As they get blown by the bitter wind.
They don't know where they are going.
But as they fall on the ground, wet,
They still hope for rebirth
And possibly, love.
#rmpsd 21.11.01